Novel & Cerita I Couldn't Become A Hero

Living in this world is already enough. If my mother can't fight for herself that led her to her death, then I'm different from her, far more different from her because I can feel that she made me be this world's warrior. Is she expecting me to be a freaking hero? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint her but I'm selfish. I just want her to have her justice- our justice, but I never planned to be one of those "heroes" that just failed regardless of how hard they fought. This is not a matter of strength anymore but a mind battle, that's what they missed saving this world. Yes, there are some of them who tried fighting but they all failed because they are dumb enough to move without even thinking. The

There were a lot of possibilities to think about, and it was a little too overwhelming for the Hero. ‘And the fact that none of them are helping matters is the worst part of all this.’ Adonis didn’t want his classmates to suffer the way they did in the past. In fact, the whole reason he was training so hard was to have enough strength to save everyone. But, he couldn’t do it alone. ‘I need help. Tons of it. But none of them are being very helpful.’ Adonis thought he could be the glue that held everyone together—especially after what happened the last time—but after being so patient with them and seeing the way things were going, he had to come to terms with the situation.

“Better than perfect. Who can live up to that?” He threaded his fingers through his hair in agitation. “You’re expected to do something heroic every time you turn around. Kitten up a tree on your block? Call the hero, he’ll get it down. Backed-up toilet? Why, we’ve got a hero down the street. He’ll take care of it. Then you do something maybe not so heroic, like, oh, I don’t know, let the grass get too high, or drink too much, or don’t wash the car or paint the house when it needs it. Then, instead of just being a normal person, you’re a disappointment to all those people who thought you were a hero and expected you to be perfect and heroic every damn day for the rest of your damn, stinking

I cannot save you if you do something stupid. Ela almost laughed. The sound caught in her throat, strangled by the smoke and the fear and the absurdity of the moment. She had never been a hero. She had never wanted to be a hero. She just wanted to survive. She just wanted the people she loved to survive. But the world did not care what she wanted. The world only cared about what she could do. What she could become. What she could sacrifice.

I say, motioning for her to follow me. She sighs but obeys, falling into step beside me. As we move through the gym, I can’t help but glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She’s got this fire in her, this resilience that refuses to be snuffed out. And for reasons I can’t fully understand, I want to see that fire burn brighter. But I can’t forget who I am. What I am. I’m not a savior. I’m not a hero. I’m the storm that burns everything down.

Lauren "Glories my ass, you guys torture and kill pokemons just for some stupid experiments, you guys have killed many innocent people in this process as well, you think I don't know what happened to those scientists who took part in creating Mewtwo, except one or two rest of them might be dead already or are rotting in some cell" Giovanni "Ha, I can do anything I want because I have power, you think you are some kind of hero for coming here to take revenge for those who have been done injustice by use" Lauren "That's where you are a wrong old man, I am no hero as I have done a fair share of killing my self but taking an Innocents life that I have never, even though I don't care about normal

“Trying to be a hero?” I was not trying to be a hero. But if helping someone achieve their dreams made me one, then I would gladly wear the title. He leaned closer with a wicked grin. “Don’t pretend with me, Aldrich. You are not doing this for free. You want something in return. If you think you will succeed where I failed, you are wasting your time and resources.” I had no hidden motive. But I knew he would never understand. He thought everyone was like him.

“I’m not a hero. I was terrified. I just wanted out.” Igor reached across the counter and took my hand, his thumb stroking my wrist gently. “That is the difference between a life of obligation and a life of purpose. You do not have to live up to the image of the ‘hero.’ You only have to live up to the promise you made to yourself on that stage: to be free. The image is simply a tool to keep the public chaos at bay so that you can go back to school and study history.” He stood up, walking around the counter and pulling me into a hug, his arms firm and secure.

She swallows. “But heroes aren’t supposed to keep secrets.” I let out a slow breath. “I don’t know.” She finally looks over. “No?” I shake my head. “I think sometimes heroes are just people trying to survive.” She studies me for a second. “My mom should’ve told me.” “Maybe.” “I could’ve helped.” “You were sixteen.” “I still could’ve—” “No.” I don’t raise my voice. I don’t have to. She goes quiet. “You were a kid.”

Kendall yelled. "So what! I'm trying my best to get myself back mom please,do you know how embarrassing this is? I can't even face Royal,I keep on thinking,what would he think of me now? It's all because of you!! I'm sure even his dad will never support our relationship! What else do you want me to do? I'm going to forget about him like you said,but what about my school? I can't even go there again,...." "I already told you I'm going to get you into another one....."